你，怎么样？

怎么可以这样？就快痊愈的，因为莫名其妙的一首歌，一个熟悉又陌生的歌声，一个遗忘中的名字，一切情绪排山倒海而来。… …纵然记忆都丢失了，仍禁不住只想问，想念的、想念的、想念的你怎么样… …

A Quick Fix to an irrational mind

I dreamt of Russia, and how I would down its famous vodka like I would do my tequilla stunts. Also, its ballet dance with the true-blue ballerinas like the movie “White Nights” shown so many years back. I kind of remember an actor cum ballet dancer whom I have a crush on years back, some prolific, tongue-twister name he has…Then of course, there is its philosophy and literature, Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky and his “existentialistic” writings, Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev and his legendary classic, First Love, not forgetting Leo Tolstoy and his epic War and Peace! And its classical music, the composer of Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini, the great Sergei Rachmaninoff! In case you have no idea what this great composition is, it was featured in the timeless movie “Somewhere In Time”, starring the forever superman, Christopher Reeve and goddess-like Jane Seymour. They used to be the first golden couple onscreen if I am allowed to say that, and the tune that came on during their leisure boat ride, with Christopher humming it to Jane, and she later had someone made a musical box winding to that tune that signifies their endless love. I still kept with care, the cruxifix from my mentor when he was there to attend a conference. The land of many churches (Orthodox Christianity)  and the legendary gaiety of the Moscow circus and the colourful steeples at the Red Square and cool military apparel, specifically the hat, the coat and the shining boots,… may not be a dream after all.

Tickle

Someone I know is on his way to Incheon at this very moment. The flight could have taken off at exactly about half an hour ago and he’s probably warming up his seat or just busy searching for an empty seat somewhere nearby if his is not already without a partner. In any case, he is going to try to catch his forty winks in a few moments and wake up in the morning to a cuppa and a pumpkin filling donut at Incheon airport. *sulk* You can imagine my utmost envy, my heart longs to be where he would be soon and I would be jumping with joy the moment my eyes are opened or I can’t wait to sniff the sweetness of cherry blossom so much so that sleep is no longer a priority, not even an issue anymore. But still, am stuck in a pile of unfinished assignments, struggling to get by each day with almost full schedule that I am already deprived of my run. And I go screaming at the top of my voice, “I want to be back in Seoul!” … …Only that it was inaudible.

Slip

Took a bus back home one Monday late in the evening. Amidst the sleepy heads on board, memories of the past took a re-appearance like a thunder bolt. How it all began came gushing out of the gates of the memory lane, the one song that was meant to be the ending of the short episode that blew over as in a puff of wind. The sleepless nights and endless writings that were inspired by the thought of him, and the movies that we have wanted to share and all. Suppose life is as brief as the turning of a page, I’ve only time to browse and bookmarked him before time-out. Hence, no matter what he has since become, the bookmark remained freshly clear in my mind, there is no denial just as I could hear his voice in the dead of the night ride. Regardless of his giving me the elbow, or what many may regard it as merely my wishful thinking, it was afterall, a sweet winter tale which warms my heart in the bitter cold.